Wrinkles (A Poem)
By Steve West
@zebra2222 (5268)
United States
August 7, 2016 2:08pm CST
Wrinkles on my face,
Everywhere I look.
Wrinkles on my fingers,
Holding a paperback book.
Wrinkles on my arms,
Wrinkles on my nose,
Wrinkles on my stomach,
Wrinkles on my toes.
Everywhere I look.
Wrinkles at high noon.
I'm beginning to look
Like an oversized prune.
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@zebra2222 (5268)
• United States
7 Aug 16
I own a puppet that is a dog called Wrinkles. He has as many wrinkles as the poem that I've written. Glad you had a laugh.
@zebra2222 (5268)
• United States
8 Aug 16
Actually, I don't have too many wrinkles yet, but I'm getting there.
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@CinnamonGrl (7086)
• Santa Fe, New Mexico
7 Aug 16
Gee, I feel the same way, haha! Thanks for giving me a giggle today.
@zebra2222 (5268)
• United States
7 Aug 16
Glad you enjoyed it. Oh no, the wrinkles are creeping on my skin. They're alive!
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